This is a song about "Spec ops"

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Killed her like i'm special ops/

Where would i be without my dogs

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots